disco.

theres a familiar face in the booth; the one spinning out the music, flooding the techno beats with poison. theres a familiar face in the corner, hidden within shadows, the spark of night a fire in his eyes; the poison reflected in his whispered words, echoed in the promises. commands subliminally mixed through contact; a rough calloused touch leaving a shattered childs handprint, crimson to the sight. infectious tones strumming through veins; losing control to save the soul. rhythm; keep dancing. ebony strands, skin ethereal as the neon lights. theres a familiar face standing behind, the shotgun at his feet while heart and mind bleed out. same size, matching bullet holes; torn apart counts of eight. insight to the disease; map out its path, prints from lips to hips. theres a familiar face; blended in aches, sweat, tears.
two dead on the dance floor.